When Yang Chen returned to the ward, his eyes couldn’t help but light up.
He saw Chen Siyan with her long hair draped over her shoulders, blushing cheeks, and a pair of pure, flawless eyes that reminded Yang Chen of the little girl’s appearance when he left back then.
Seeing Yang Chen, Chen Siyan couldn’t help but giggle foolishly, her eyes curving into beautiful crescent shapes. This made the young girl look even prettier.
The other patients nearby were a bit surprised; they hadn’t expected the little girl who had been hospitalized with them for so long could be so stunning.
Yang Chen walked to the bedside, ruffled the little girl’s head, and said with a smile, "Girls change eighteen tis as they grow up, and each change is for the better."
"Hehe!" Chen Siyan shrank her neck a little, seemingly unused to Yang Chen’s intimate gesture, and said, "It’s all thanks to Sister-in-law’s makeup skills."
Yang Chen nodded at Ye Xin, speaking softly, "Thank you."
Ye Xin shook her head slightly, leaning over the bed, looking at the beautiful smile on Chen Siyan’s face, feeling very calm inside.
Qin Zhiyuan returned and was equally stunned upon seeing Chen Siyan’s appearance. Comfort and relief shone in his murky eyes as he lightly touched Chen Siyan’s wig and said, "In the blink of an eye, you’ve grown so much and beco so beautiful."
"Director, I’m sorry!" Chen Siyan lowered her head, her eyes reddening.
"Don’t cry, or you’ll ruin your makeup," Ye Xin reminded.
Qin Zhiyuan sighed and said, "Alright, alright, let’s not talk about it anymore, it’s all in the past!"
"Mm!" Chen Siyan nodded and smiled through her tears.
Qin Zhiyuan handed a bank card to Yang Chen, saying, "I spent five hundred thousand, here’s another fifty thousand left for you."
Yang Chen didn’t take it, shaking his head and saying, "No need, keep it for your little sister’s dical treatnt."
"You kid!" Qin Zhiyuan glanced at Ye Xin, forcefully stuffing the bank card into Yang Chen’s hand, glaring, "You’ve just gotten married, there are a lot of expenses, take it!"
Yang Chen shook his head, still refusing to take it.
Ye Xin chuckled and said, "Director, just keep it. We still have money."
Yang Chen looked at Ye Xin, nodding, "Yes, we still do!"
Ye Xin said, "It’s a critical ti for your little sister, don’t stand on ceremony, keep it!"
"Well... alright then!" Qin Zhiyuan nodded and put the card away. In fact, fifty thousand was far from enough for Chen Siyan’s condition.
"Just now, I spoke with the doctors. They said they should be able to match the model soon, and when that happens, we can proceed with the transplant surgery," Qin Zhiyuan said.
"You’re amazing!" Yang Chen patted Chen Siyan’s head and said, "You’ll be better soon."
Chen Siyan pursed her lips, saying nothing. Because she had undergone one transplant before, the outco was still uncertain now.
"Let’s go! Ti to eat!" Qin Zhiyuan said.
"Yay! Aweso!" Chen Siyan jumped off the bed, dragging Ye Xin to change clothes. It had been a long ti since she’d gone out.
Having changed clothes and packed their personal belongings, the group of four set off.
As they exited the hospital building, a middle-aged man blocked their path.
Zhang Qishan looked Yang Chen up and down respectfully and asked, "Excuse , are you the person my old master ntioned?"
As he spoke, Zhang Qishan made a smoking gesture.
Yang Chen nodded.
"May I have a word with you?" Zhang Qishan asked.
Yang Chen thought for a mont and said to the other three, "Go ahead and wait for over there, I’ll have a word with him."
"Alright!" Ye Xin led the two away.
Yang Chen walked with Zhang Qishan to a secluded corner.
"Excuse , how did you find out about my father’s right lung issue?" Zhang Qishan asked.
Yang Chen replied calmly, "It’s simple. Your father’s brow is dark, his nose seems problematic too, he breathes with a liking for gasping, his pores are large, and his hair tips are split. If I’m not mistaken, your father probably had tuberculosis."
Hearing Yang Chen say so much in one breath, Zhang Qishan was incredibly surprised, exclaiming, "Miraculous doctor, you are a miraculous doctor!"
Traditional dicine speaks of looking, listening, questioning, and feeling the pulse, but how many can truly achieve this? Moreover, just by observing appearances, to pinpoint a past tuberculosis case—this is indeed a miraculous doctor!
Yang Chen waved his hand and said, "I’m no miraculous doctor, but I do know so traditional dicine. I suggest you don’t let your father smoke anymore. Every cigarette he smokes now greatly harms his lungs."
A twitch appeared at the corner of Zhang Qishan’s mouth, frustrated, "You know my father shouldn’t smoke, yet you gave him cigarettes?"
"Well... could you..." Zhang Qishan hesitated to ask about his father’s illness.
"Not now, I have to attend a wedding banquet, maybe another ti. Also, don’t let your father undergo so blood-letting treatnts, they’re harmful without benefit; quack doctors are dangerous, rember!" Yang Chen said, preparing to leave.
Zhang Qishan was utterly shocked; his father was wearing a patient gown—long sleeves and pants, showing no signs of having undergone blood-letting. Due to the slow effectiveness of arteritis dications, they had heard blood-letting was effective for arteritis, so they tried it a few tis. But how did he know?
Miraculous doctor!
Zhang Qishan completely labeled Yang Chen as such.
"Miraculous doctor, whose wedding banquet are you attending? When do I find you?" Zhang Qishan shouted quickly.
Without turning, Yang Chen replied, "My own wedding banquet, let’s talk when I have ti!"
Yang Chen left, but Zhang Qishan’s mind was a whirl, his thoughts beginning to stir.
The miraculous doctor’s wedding? Shouldn’t I make a gesture or sothing?
Thinking this, he decided to discuss it with the old master when he returned.
...
Baihe Road. Baihe Restaurant.
Baihe Restaurant was an old establishnt for decades. Ever since Yang Chen could rember, the restaurant was there. The current scale is much larger than before, suggesting business is doing well.
The people called over by Qin Zhiyuan were all old neighbors, many of whom Yang Chen still recognized.
"Grandpa Yang, Grandpa Sun, Grandpa Zhou, Grandpa Li..." Yang Chen greeted them one by one.
Ye Xin and Chen Siyan stood by, covering their mouths, trying not to laugh. At this mont, Yang Chen was nodding and bowing, looking just like a living grandson.
"This is little Yanyan, wow, she’s grown so pretty, is she healthy now?" Grandpa Yang asked with concern.
Chen Siyan smiled, "Yes, much better, Grandpa Yang."
"And this one is... Xiaochen’s wife? Truly beautiful, Xiaochen is fortunate!"
Ye Xin smiled and said, "Hello, Grandpa Yang."
One by one they ca, one by one they left, and everyone praised Yang Chen for finding such a good wife.
This figure, those long legs, the curves, the looks—a rare encounter in five thousand years!
Yang Chen felt a sense of pride too, seemingly bearing the words "See, isn’t my wife beautiful?" on his face.
Once everyone went inside, Yang Chen pulled Chen Siyan over and said, "The Grandpa Yang who just went in is the one fond of gardening, right?"
"Yes, and now he raises birds too."
"Grandpa Zhou is the one who used to sell fruits on the stand, often giving us so."
"Yes, but he doesn’t sell much anymore; his health isn’t great."
"Oh!"
The people, the familiar faces, also stirred a lot of mories.
At this mont, a young man ca by, glanced at the three, and after his gaze swept over Chen Siyan, it settled on Ye Xin, his eyes full of amazent.
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